The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... head , and neck , three balls through his hat , and two lodged in his back , joined his regiment with the prize , who welcomed him with three huzzas ! The fame of this daring adventure rang through the whole country , and His Majesty ...
... head , and neck , three balls through his hat , and two lodged in his back , joined his regiment with the prize , who welcomed him with three huzzas ! The fame of this daring adventure rang through the whole country , and His Majesty ...
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... head ! GENERAL ELLIOT , Formerly Colonel of the 15th Regiment Light Dragoons . ( FROM MISS SEward's letters . ) MR . VERNON , Lady Berwick's Brother , was some time at Gibral- tar with General Elliot , and obtained the friendship of ...
... head ! GENERAL ELLIOT , Formerly Colonel of the 15th Regiment Light Dragoons . ( FROM MISS SEward's letters . ) MR . VERNON , Lady Berwick's Brother , was some time at Gibral- tar with General Elliot , and obtained the friendship of ...
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... head , was never forgotten by those who saw them , and who never failed to express admiration of their fine military air . In this corps there was no light infantry company ; upwards of 260 men being above 5 feet 11 inches high : they ...
... head , was never forgotten by those who saw them , and who never failed to express admiration of their fine military air . In this corps there was no light infantry company ; upwards of 260 men being above 5 feet 11 inches high : they ...
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... heads and clippet wings , He saw the british lion's springs , And fled frae Talavera . Tho ' wisdom form'd his battle line , And gar'd his thick'ning columns shine ; But Wellesley - nobler skill was thine , It shone on Talavera . The ...
... heads and clippet wings , He saw the british lion's springs , And fled frae Talavera . Tho ' wisdom form'd his battle line , And gar'd his thick'ning columns shine ; But Wellesley - nobler skill was thine , It shone on Talavera . The ...
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... head and blew his brains to the devil . This action was performed with the same remarkable indifference to personal danger . The aper- ture in the wall was crowded with spears , and every one who beheld the boldness of the action , was ...
... head and blew his brains to the devil . This action was performed with the same remarkable indifference to personal danger . The aper- ture in the wall was crowded with spears , and every one who beheld the boldness of the action , was ...
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Страница 122 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 122 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Страница 404 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Страница 225 - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Страница 93 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 123 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 264 - AMONG the liberal donations of our countrymen to the fund for the relief of the widows and orphans of the brave men who fell in the...
Страница 123 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Страница 179 - And I looked, and rose up, and said unto the nobles, and to the rulers, and to the rest of the people, Be not ye afraid of them : remember the Lord, which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses.
Страница 468 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?